I fell apart last night. My poor cat was in to the vet for tests all of Tuesday. We got him back Tues night and he hasn't been able to walk since. We thought it was the anaesthetic on Wed. but, by now Fri., it's obvious they did something to him while handling him. The vet "suspects" it's a slipped disc. We have to take him back again today although my boyfriend is already whining about the cost.
I was so stressed out last night I just sat down mindlessly in front of the TV and started eating. Anything that came to hand.
I took my poor cat in for a prolonged bout of diarrhea, which he still has, and they gave him back to me crippled.I'm tired

(little sleep for 3 night worrying about him), really angry

(they must have really manhandled him at this new vet), and I also feel guilty for taking him there in the first place (our regular vet's hours are not good). I'm also really worried that they can't "fix" whatever they did to poor Mishi and he'll have to be put down
All the time I was eating last night I knew it wouldn't help but I couldn't think of any other way to get this out. I should have come to the computer before the binge, but at least I'm here now. I'm not going to weigh myself this morning - I'm too depressed.
Dagmar